The red lights are on, the sky is clear and the moon is conspicuously absent. Perfect stargazing conditions at the Herstmonceux astronomy festival this weekend.
Time to sketch Dome A at twilight, before admiring a staggeringly clear Milky Way, Saturn’s rings and Jupiter’s Galilean moons.
I had to eat a Mars bar to come back down to Earth!
So cool!
That’s what you’d need to hold the Furgo Jack Up Barge, Excalibur aloft. Currently waiting for Arthur in Newhaven, East Sussex.
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
Oh do be quiet Emily Dickinson we are trying to watch the massive cygnets.
…A brand new jersey, according to Perry Como, but that is a very different story, in a galaxy far far away from Bexhill on Sea.
…for a book on the beach…
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Three weeks older, white tipped wings stronger every day, the Queens Park cygnets may soon be on their way.
Sometimes it’s tricky to know when to stop working on a painting. In this one, less may have been more.
Second time around, maybe it was about right.
The cygnets in Queens Park were on a weed feeding frenzy today. The occasional stretch revealed the first splash of white wing-tips.
Pen and Cob about to ward off the geese.
Over the last couple of months, Queens Park in Brighton has been host to sextuplets. 
Six weeks ago these fluffy little Cygnets were barely bigger than a hand. In the last week, their tiny chicken-like wings have doubled in size.
Time to sketch these beauties before I miss the chance!
Trump crash lands in Brighton. City devastated at the fatality.
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